Moony: Year 1
Monday
6 September, 1971
Remus felt a sharp pain in his side; waking him up from his darkness that he had found peace in. Aches crept up along his spine, and made a nice permanent spot in the back of his head and gave him a headache.
Feeling came back to his hands that were splayed over the floor, his fingers feeling the wood that was under him. An unfamiliar feeling since he was used to the cold of his cellar's floor.
His eyes slowly began to open, the world a blur of color and shapes around him. He had to blink a couple of times to make the room come into focus. He found himself on the floor of a large sitting room, face down, and his bare feet resting on a rug.
Slowly he raised his head, looking around the room in confusion; trying to rack his exhausted brain for the information he needed to get through this.
Remus Lupin.
No, that was the name, but that helped some.
I'm at Hogwarts…no…no a-a house they let me transform in.
Madam…Madam Something will be coming to get me.
Clothes.
His eyes moved around the expanse of the room the wolf had left him in, now remembering that he needed his clothes. It was one thing having his parents help him dress, but Madam Pomfrey was already going to be doing this for seven years, last thing she needed was that.
With shaky arms he moved to push himself off the ground, he barely got his body a few centimeters before he went crashing down, the pain in his side that woke him up firing up again. Nervously he turned his head and looked at the gash that ran down his left side.
It was surrounded by a deep bruise, and already starting to scab around the edges. His movements from waking up had seemed to aggravate the wound, blood weeping from it. How he did that, he really didn't want to remember.
He just had to be careful getting up.
Remus located the door to the dining room, the wolf seemed to have wanted to come out into the sitting room. Must have been exploring new territory.
With shaky arms he started to army crawl towards the door, his legs dragging behind him with minimum help. The edges of his vision collecting black dots as he moved.
Not soon enough he got to what had been the dining room, finding a sharp edge of the broken table fully exposed and having fur and blood stuck to it. His stomach lurched and he looked away, moving over to the kitchen and resting his back on the cabinets.
He couldn't fully remember if he got at least his pajama bottoms out and on before the darkness took him once again leading him back into the world of peace and very little pain.
"You aren't even a little worried? I mean, she can heal Black's hex quick but has to keep Remus over night? It makes no sense."
Lily walked quickly to keep up with the three boys a head of her, her words addressed to the messy haired boy who was just trying to get to breakfast.
"I am sure he is fine, I mean it isn't like Madam can't handle anything. You said his mum has a genetic sickness or something, yeah? I'm sure he just has it as well and needs rest."
The red head huffed as they all entered the Great Hall for breakfast.
"He says he doesn't have that gene."
"Maybe he was lying so you weren't worried, like the good boyfriend he is."
The other two boys laughed as they took their seats in the middle of the Gryffindor table, Lily still towering over them and James just in front of her.
"He isn't my boyfriend, Potter. He is must my friend, and the way he looked yesterday you have to admit he looked dreadful. Almost dead."
James sighed, a hand moving up and running through his dark hair. His hazel eyes moving around the room to everything but the red head standing in front of him. Finally they landed on her and he relented.
"Fine, I am a little concerned. I mean he is my roommate and all, and he did look pretty bad…we can go and see if we can see him after lunch if that is alright with you?"
Lily's face went from agitated to joyful in a matter of seconds and before James knew it he had his arms full of Lily.
"Oh thank you, Potter. Maybe you aren't as bad as you let on, you may actually have a heart."
She let go with a bright grin on her freckled face and ran off to go say hi to Severus, who had just walked into the Great Hall.
"James, you're blushing."
"Shut up, Black."
Remus' eyes slowly opened once again as he became conscious, closing tightly when they were hit with the light and the white around him.
Am I dead?
"Good, you are awake. I was worried you had died," a worried yet stern voice of a woman came over to his bedside.
Remus blinked his eyes open again to see Madam Pomfrey hovering over him with a worried, and scared expression on her face.
He looked around the room, the curtain around his bed, the window he was by. His only guess would be that she had somehow got him back to the infirmary. The boy shifted in the bed as he started to become more conscious, feeling the present bandages around his torso.
"What-" his throat felt raw and scratchy, he didn't get to finish his question when a glass of water was shoved near his face.
"Don't strain yourself, dear. You just need to rest, and take your time recovering."
Remus took the glass with a shaking hand and drank slowly waiting for the agitation in his throat to die down before he could get his question out.
"What time is it?"
"Ten thirty I would believe, around the beginning of your second period class."
Remus nodded slowly, already moving to sit up.
"S-still Monday?"
"Yes, you weren't asleep that long."
Madam turned around from where she was setting up potion bottle and almost cried out seeing him try and move.
"Mr. Lupin! You need rest, not to be walking about. You are not in the condition, I healed as much as I could but your wounds…"
He words died off as she gently pushed him back down onto the bed so he was laying under the white sheets.
That is when Remus realized he was shirtless, his scars were visible. Those ugly things that marked him as a freak and were a reminder for every torturous night. He quickly shifted the blanket so it hid them better as he was handed another potion to drink.
"I won't ask unless you want me to, but I need to ask one thing… Is every moon going to be like that?"
He could clearly see the sadness in her eyes as she looked over him. The poor broken boy that was stitched together too many times then he should be.
"Yes…"
He turned his head away and drank the potion, grimacing at the taste. The exhaustion once again washing over him. Inside he wanted to fight this exhaustion, beg to go the class, and carry on pretending he was normal again. See if he had made a friendship with Potter and Pettigrew, but his side was hurting, he was aching, and all he wanted to do was sleep.
"Rest now, Mr. Lupin. You need it."
Remus didn't need to be told twice as he closed his eyes and settled fully into the bed. Madam Pomfrey watching him with kind, sad, yet determined eyes. Putting it in her mind that she would take care of this boy as much as she could, and to the best of her abilities.
A/N: Felt like Lily is probably one of the most important people to add small snippets of point of view from in this book. So she got a small spot light up there.
First week of Hogwarts completed, and first moon, now we got through post-moon week. Yay
